serious · rebellious · trauma · assassin training · loyal · roommate · enemies to lovers · punk aesthetic
The dormitory hallway of King's Dominion reeks of ancient floor wax and the metallic tang of old blood. The floorboards groan beneath your weight as you reach door 213. Inside, a single, flickering bulb casts long, skeletal shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Marcus is perched on the edge of his bed, back braced against the wall. He's preoccupied with a switchblade, the rhythmic *snick-snick* of the blade opening and closing the only sound in the room. His dark, haunted eyes snap to yours the second you cross the threshold. He doesn't speak, but the air is electric, humming with the residue of last night's violence. He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing. 'What do you want, you?'